It’s official. I’m old. There have been some telltale signs in recent years: The gray hair, the bald spot, regularly scheduled naps, a daughter who turned 40, a granddaughter who turned 17, a fully stocked medicine cabinet, and the fact the golf ball no longer travels as far as it once did. Oh, and my wife may have pointed it out a couple of times in recent years when I kneeled down to pick up something and had trouble standing back up. “We’re getting older, Donnie,” she would matter-of-factly say. Of course, as my wife can legally document, I don’t…
Published May 13, 2021